Soon will a time come that giveth thee relief.
Never misfortune has struck me so hard,
But I, ere long, again better have fared.
God of all else in the world has enough;
Why not then widows and orphans enough?
The naïveté of this is similar to a little quotation which the author gives from a Servian elegy. A poor girl sings: “Our Lord has of every thing his fill; but of poor people he seems to have greater plenty than of anything else!”
The following description, from a Servian lyric, we commend to contributors to Albums. It will keep them in comparisons for a life-time:
Never since the world had a beginning,
Never did a lovelier flow’ret blossom,